CONNECTED (on an empty chair)
Submitted by Mike on Mon, 05/11/2018 - 12:02To Mike Boxhall and his tribe
There was a moment of silence,
and then, emptiness;
there was a time of silence,
and then, nothingness.
Poems
A Poem by Nayyirah Waheed
Submitted by Mike on Fri, 02/06/2017 - 11:35i am relieved.
when
i see the feminine presence
in a man's eyes.
it means
he is a peace
i do not
have
to
bring to him.
----- ease
Trust The Tide
Submitted by Mike on Mon, 06/06/2011 - 14:17The Tide goes deep and deeper still.
Witness.
I do not hold, it has gone on.
Witness.
Here the pain. Not me to fix.
Witness. Ever deeper, where now the pain?
Witness.
All doing done, who holds who is held?
Awareness.
Who I really Am
Submitted by Mike on Mon, 06/06/2011 - 14:16No beginning, only Process.
The Spirit reincarnates.
Birth and Life
The meeting of the unfolding and the experience.
Layer upon layer of delusion.
I have become I and forgotten.
Yesterday was and tomorrow will be-or so it seems.
No now.
An Empty Bowl
Submitted by Mike on Mon, 06/06/2011 - 14:15I have a metal bowl.
It was made by the latest in a lineage of such bowl makers.
It is empty, though the Ocean is in it.
If I strike it, it rings and that is useful.
I can put flowers in it, that is beautiful and that is useful but it wont ring.
My grand-son could pee in it and probably would and that would be useful but it wouldn’t ring.